This is a song about "Inst"

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

Saying me failing school and dropping out is a surety

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

You know better not to mess with my verses..